#Brokenness

[feral-ballad]

Bianca Stone, from What Is Otherwise Infinite: Poems; “Yield”

[Text ID: “you look like a broken porcelain cup / swept into a bag so it won’t / hurt anyone else.”]

[goldenpoet1]

I've been lying to myself. I told myself to move on, but my mind, body, and soul can't. For the first time in a long time, I felt reality reality of hugs, kisses, and true emotions that I thought were frozen, but I lost the one person God has chosen. The nightmare became vicious and ferocious. Destroying our emotions. We fell and become broken. I still feel the connection. Something my heart can't continue to reject. This is so depressing I lay empty and restless for losing the love that always kept me breathless.

[mournfulroses]

Hilda Doolittle, from Gods & Mortals: Modern Poems on Classics; "Eurydice,"

[thepersonalwords]

Rigorously comb through the pages of your life until you can even speak its broken dialects fluently.

Curtis Tyrone Jones, Giants At Play: Finding Wisdom, Courage, And Acceptance To Encounter Your Destiny

[loneberry]

--Mansur al-Hallaj (d. 922 CE)

[tabernacleheart]

An underlying feeling of brokenness has plagued me most of my life. And in a world that considers broken things to be of no value, struggling with the reality of broken bodies, broken minds, broken relationships, and broken lives can feel utterly helpless. We need to understand that we are indeed imperfect people living in a broken world; but even so, God takes great delight in us, rejoicing over us with singing (Zephaniah 3:17). We may not understand why brokenness exists in our lives, but we can hold on to the promise that He will work all things together for His good (Romans 8:28). Now, that does not mean all things will feel good... [but] Romans 8:28 means that God will weave our brokenness together in such a way that the result-- on this side of eternity or the other-- is good.  We can take our brokenness to Him and know His heart for us is restoration. And that is a gift He ultimately gives us as we put our hope in Him.

Carla Arges

[laurachouettepoetry]

Shattered mirrors

on the living room floor,

a place where mirrors —

in any form —

should not be.

Lying and laying —

up and down the room

they reflect each whole thing,

its completeness,

as if the very sight

could harm us —

so perfect, so unreal

from their perspective.

I drown on the floorboards,

you waste my tears

by drying them.

All the lies,

the lies you told,

up and down the room

like mirrors, broken ones.

Truth reflects nothing

unless it’s broken.

Outside this room,

you roam the hallways,

searching for feelings within.

Dating a lie,

dangerous and monstrous

like your mind and soul.

Survival is a matter of time

and a dance on balanced sheets.

The shattered pieces still lie there —

waiting for completeness to end,

chaos ensuring perfection.

The lies fall still

in the afternoon light

that rests on the floorboards.

Breathing easily now,

vanishing glimpses —

truth fades slowly,

holding no place

between you and me

and all the lies you told.

- Laura Chouette

[soulinkpoetry]

We’re not really broken. We just haven’t reached that wholeness that lies underneath.

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[dreams-of-mutiny]

“And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.”

― Christopher Poindexter

[whatididtomakeitbetter]

But no man can put trust in gods who are opposed to him.

Virgil- The Aeneid (Translated by David West)

Image - Chichen Itza, skulls of warriors

[midnitetears]

The Damage Of Selfish Wonders #173

In your heartache, a story unfolds

Of conclusions drawn from tales untold

Your mind wandered, selfish and unkind

Leaping to judgments, leaving love behind

Without a question, you assumed the worst

Never giving me a chance to be heard first

Now we are apart, our love laid to rest

All because of doubts that put us to the test

Your wandering mind, a barrier so tall

Preventing truth from breaking through it all

You chose to walk away before the end

Without giving our love a chance to mend

But I hold no grudge, I wish you well

May happiness in your heart dwell

If only you had spoken true

Maybe a different path we could pursue

So farewell, You ,may your journey be bright

I'll cherish the memories, both joy and plight

And though we part, I hold no regret

For in the end, we did our best, I bet.

Yours Faithfully🌻

[st4rdusst]

Every inch of me wishes this weren’t the case. We are meant to be, aren’t we?

[theoneobserving]

“The truth is, God can, and if we let him, he will actually prepare us to stand before him face to face in the midst of our weakness, in the midst of our brokenness and he can do this even without removing our weakness. He can do this even without removing our brokenness. The question is, does he have your permission to do this in the midst of weakness and brokenness even if he doesn’t take away your weakness and brokenness.” Father Mike Schmitz

[soap3r3nahue]

Don’t destroy what you have lefT.

[plantbasedmimi3]

Those who are benefiting from your past trauma will never encourage you to heal. Heal anyway.